Once more im caught with the devils again. I dont know if she believes in me im not even sure of myself. Im normally happy but today i need some help. Sometimes i wonder if im bipolar
12,3,6, and nine the quarters of an hour in time as the clock spills over the counter the numbers are also lost in the hour almost simontaniously the sides combust into debris
She walks into the street standing so free when she waves her hair stars burst out in a flair her beauty out brightens the sunlight. and she shines until the day turns to night
